RETURN OF DOG BLOG...

Hello,

It has been awhile since I have posted. Got tired trying to remember all dog names and stories. So, I took a break. I will write more about whatever freely flows from my literary psyche.

Today, Cheryl was the Mistress of Poo. She cleaned and cleaned up the doo-doo. She, also, repeatedly cleaned out the pools. The usual suspects hovered around the sunny bench and Gary, of course, freshly back from Juneau, Alaska; where he was doing his census work. That fact is per John. My legs get longer all the time from all of the pulling. A recommendation for dealing with Gary: If he says, A...you say B. If he says, B...you say A. He is always the Devil's adovate. When is not at dog park or taking the census in Alaska, perhaps, he should go to Law School....argumentative nature.

It was nice in the shade today. But, then it got cold. So, off to the sun. John and Froman showed up today. I didn't realize that they live in the South Loop, yet when possible come to dog park. Says alot about us. Anyway, it was nice to see the both of them. They are currently on their way to the Upper Peninsula. Have a nice 4th. Canoe-ing down a river. Sounds like fun. I don't know if Froman is going to paddle...doggie or otherwise. If you don't know where the name Froman came from it is that John used to work for Froman sausage company.

Mr. Puff the Magic Husky was having a great time today around the pool. He was playing with another husky whose name doesn't come at the moment. Don't be offended...I like mostly all of the dogs. I even like one that no one likes. I usually support and underdog. I have heard that one dog lives in a van. I hope this is not so. It could make one irritable.

A weinermaner, age 11 years, was in the shady part of dog park today. She had been rescued some time ago. He was not considered show quality of his litter. Reportedly, the breeder just gave her to some people who kept her tied up all day in a garage. At least, after awhile, these owners gave her to a weimer-rescue where she found her forever home. It always makes me want to get another dog. But...I must restrain myself.

Maureen showed up today. It was great to see her. Promise was having a nice time playing around with another lab. The things I learned at dog park. If you want to sell your home, get a real estate license and then save thousands on brokers fees. The housing market sucks. People seem to be getting some jobs. The economy is not booming. I sold my BP stock. Sorry, do still speak to me. I had it before the meltdown. People do not speak of the meltdown...it is too much to consider.

Dog park therapy is great and free. The people are for the most part amenable to speaking, listening and being humorous. John and Gary definitely get the pulling of legs awards. My favorite was last year when Gary told me one of the humans at the park fed his dog a live chicken for the dog's birthday. I believed him and was appalled that this human would commit animal cruelty to a chicken. Turns out that Gary was very much pulling my leg. So, do NOT worry, no one fed a chicken to their dog for the dog birthday.

Hello to Aegus (named after a king..Ireland or Scotland...one of those countries, as opposed to the countries where women live in burkas)...That comment has pc meaning. Since I once referred to burka wearing zones, as "one of those countries". I was then promptly chastised for being non-pc. Guess what, I am non-pc.

What else...The Fourth of July. Usually, I spend that in the Finger Lakes...this year I will be here. In 1996, I was at a conference in Amsterdam speaking with a British doctor. I mused that this was the first time I missed the Fourth of July. He, in a bit of Brit fashion (ie, snide) said,
"Is it really such a big deal?" I thought for a moment and answered that, "if it were not for the Fourth of July, he and I would now be having this conversation in German." He was properly humble in his agreement...."I suppose so".

That's all she wrote. Roe